We were supposed to stick in pictures of any relatives we could find in the right place in the tree diagram. We have a load of family photograph albums in the cupboard under the bookshelves and I got them out and had a look through. All the usual baby pictures: plenty of embarrassing ones of me on the potty, etc., plenty of pink ones of Ruby, and lots with Ella staring moodily into the camera, like she’s got terrible deep dark thoughts, even though she’s only three. There were other albums with pictures before we were even born. Pictures of Mum and Dad looking happy. These days my dad looks depressed and my mum looks cross or busy, but in these pictures they were always smiling or laughing. And sometimes, disgusting though it is, snogging. I mean, why would you start snogging when someone’s about to take your picture? It’s just plain crazy. Snog some other time. Or, better still, DON’T SNOG AT ALL. Then there were even older albums with pictures of my dad when he was a kid with Uncle Kevin and Granny and Grandad.
